SWALLOWING THE PRIDE

I wake up with the rays of clarity that sneak through the curtains as rules of light. Although I have my sun lying with me, its heat burns me so much that I barely get used to it. Now it has a warmth that intoxicates me with its smell. That is my male, who wakes up because I'm watching him and yawning, and tells me,

“Good morning, my pretty wife.”

It is something that, since I was a little girl, I imagined they would say to me, and it fills me with joy. I kiss him, saying good morning, and that takes us to something else. No matter that we are exhausted and sore, the desire is turned on again, leading us to the struggle to give us pleasure and to love each other, which seems to end with some deep moans of his. Although we both know that it is only a parenthesis in this adventure that will be trying to merge our souls,

“Let's have something to eat.” He says it to me with a childish smile.

“I already ate what I wanted.”

“Let's take a bath.” It's a good proposal that fills me with ne